Book of poems written for the second and third years of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| Luck Once I heard it said by some buck that he would have no truck with luck; “That impostor,” he swore, “is no more than a bore and why else am I always stuck with the bad kind and left in the muck?” I agreed and told him it sucked, good is kept for the rich, life’s no more than a bitch, and we are the ones that get plucked. Line count: 10 Form: Sorta double limerick For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 22 2022 Prompt: Luck. |